Chapter Forty-Seven: Summoning Other Personalities for Help

On the other side, Fang Zhiyin waited until Ouyang Junyan had been gone for some time before leaving the house herself. Who would have thought that only minutes after she stepped out, Chen Chen would suddenly call her. "Zhiyin, where are you right now?!" From her voice, it was clear something urgent had happened.

"I just left home and was about to return to the office. What's going on?" Zhiyin replied.

"Um... did you check the messages in the group chat?" Chen Chen asked hesitantly.

Zhiyin hadn't really paid attention to the group chat since last night. Hearing Chen Chen's words, she immediately opened it, and what she saw was startling.

There was a photo of her, and she couldn't even remember how many years ago it was taken! In the picture, a man could also be seen, only half his shoulder showing...

When had that been taken?

As she approached the courtyard, Zhang Wei noticed that aside from the fire they'd just seen, there were several other places in the yard where the flames had already gone out, leaving only red embers smoldering.

The Demon Emperor Pirates were different from any other pirate crew. Unlike the free-roaming crews like Whitebeard’s or Red-Haired’s, and unlike the harsh discipline of the Beasts Pirates or Big Mom’s, their way was utterly unique.

Damn it, she won't let me near her no matter how I try, but with Du Gou she not only allows it, she practically throws herself at him. The disparity is infuriating.

When Shen Hanluo mentioned that otherwise he would be left without descendants, Yin Ruoqun’s face visibly turned green, her gaze unconsciously drifting toward her own lower body.

Certain of her thoughts, she was about to speak, but Wang Jian’s words that followed were like a bucket of ice water, instantly dousing all the car captain’s enthusiasm.

But Su Qingjie was different. Now that bamboo paper had just been invented, paper was as precious as gold to the common people, its value akin to a hundred-yuan bill in the future. At this moment, the price of paper was equivalent to money itself.

Perhaps perseverance finally paid off. Just as Takahashi Kenichi was agonizing over how to resolve his family’s current financial crisis, the information brought by Li Yuyi was an immense and unexpected delight.

A Xing opened his eyes, lips trembling weakly as if to say something, but no words came out.

In a short while, all three men on the mountain were wounded. Unfortunately, these arrows weren’t poisoned—the specially made ones were with Teams One and Two. Even so, they were fortunate to escape with their lives, but venturing into the valley was out of the question.

Generally, one's ability to control magical artifacts was limited by their level of cultivation. Even among cultivators, spiritual will and magical power were finite. But the old washbasin in the hands of the greedy Daoist was clearly no ordinary treasure.

In this moment, although he did not yet know who this immortal maiden truly was, Huijue had already understood the source of Bai Kuan’s deep resentment.

"Alright, enough about your glorious past. I’m just reminding you so you don’t forget," Jiang Yi said, shaking his head helplessly.

While the world’s attention was focused on the Great Qin Corporation, the instigator of the entire situation was at home, savoring red wine and the gentle company of Li Hong.

These people weren’t messaging him out of affection or a desire to greet him, but because of an upcoming competition organized by Slowhand.

Wu Fan and Luo Shi immediately entered a state of total absorption. Cultivating the Divine Martial Path together was different from practicing it alone. Perhaps even the Goddess Luo hadn’t realized that with two hearts bound to each other, their progress on the Divine Martial Path was all the more rapid.

Finding someone was a real challenge. Los Angeles was enormous, a sea of people where even locating an ordinary person was difficult, let alone Zhen Yue and the others who were actively hiding.

Fang Tingting was not a timid or restrained person, but Tang Zhe’s identity brought such immense pressure that she could hardly bear it.

Just as she was about to act, she bit the tip of her tongue. Her desire ebbed away like a receding tide, and clarity returned to her eyes.

"My power is weak now. I can only sense a tracking charm when it is activated. Who would have thought Ning Buyu would be so cunning," Heaven’s Dao said, his tone tinged with regret.